Gray tombstone

Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over.
"Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!"
"I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!"
The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain.
On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos.
Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness.
He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing.
The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground!
A cold voice echoed across the city skyline.
"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..."
A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme.
Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World.
Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter.
Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies.
In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...

Holy Fist!

A special and mysterious rhythm spread across the surface of his body.


Bai Xiao held his breath and concentrated, his senses seeming to immerse themselves within his body.


He heard a powerful heartbeat, vibrating like a drum. But at the same time, another faint throbbing sound began to emerge.


The sound was not coming from his chest but from the position of his dantian.


His senses all drew inwards, sinking bit by bit.


After an indiscernible amount of time, Bai Xiao finally saw it: a Blood Core suspended in the darkness, presenting a hazy oval shape, similar to an egg.


At this moment, this Blood Core was rotating on its own, forming a massive clockwise vortex. Surrounding it were endless streams of invisible Qi being drawn in, plunging into the vortex and making it spin faster.


Absorption, compression, absorption, compression; a cyclical process.


Blood Pill No. 168, Extremely Violent_2